BEYOND MY REACH
With my hand stretched to the sky I can not touch
The stars so high,
Nor the clouds, a falling star, or the sun going down.
The wind, I can not grab hold, a bird in flight,
A dream in the night, never a yesterday.
Beyond my reach is not my dreams,
It is not that which I pray for,
The hand of God I can not touch, in my heart I can
Surely take hold.
It is not hope, nor faith, it is not a tomorrow,
Beyond my reach are many things,
Beyond my reach is not everything.
Keith Garrett
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Pada tanggal Sen, 23 Agt 2021 11.43, keithgarrettpoetry menulis:
> Man of many thoughts posted: ” BEYOND MY REACH With my hand stretched to > the sky I can not touch The stars so high, Nor the clouds, a falling star, > or the sun going down. The wind, I can not grab hold, a bird in flight, A > dream in the night, never a yes” >
Very beautiful. 😊
Hits home for me. So many disappointments. But some I touched and still hold for whatever becomes my forever.